The setting sun burns
An igneous fire
In ice covered trees
and whispers
...
At 42 degrees
In the North Sky
You shine
With calm, unwavering light
...
I dream of a ghost
Faceless, floating
Over a vast and roiling river;
Beckoning, a world away
...
“I want to be your oasis, ”
Those were your words to me
“Not strand you in a desert.”
But stranded you’ve left me,
...
Stop my mind
I want to get off
This crazy train
Driving me
...
“Don’t move! ”, you order,
And I feel your lips on mine
Your tongue, gently probing;
I soften,
...